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house from an infinity pool.
    Sinclair met them with a beer in each hand. “Urijah, welcome to my little slice of paradise.  Sixx, welcome back. Please, make yourself at home while you’re here. Once everyone has arrived, I will make the introductions.”
    Both men took a beer and looked around. Sixx took pity on Uri and said, “The bathhouse is down the path to the left, should you need to take a piss. The path to the right leads to a garden. It isn’t nearly as large as the one at the manor, but it is peaceful, nonetheless. I’ve found myself meditating there many times.”
    “Thanks. I think I’ll check it out.” Uri took off walking, and Sixx made his way to where Rafael and Kaya were sitting at a high top patio table. Rafe was sharing the story of Dante’s rescue of Isabelle and Conner with someone who looked vaguely familiar. Since he had heard the story on more than one occasion, he allowed his attention to drift to the others in attendance. Sixx knew most of them by face considering he was back home, even if it was twenty-four years later.
    Finley arrived not long after he and Uri had, and Sixx noted that Fin was alone. None of the others had brought a date. Other than Kaya, the only other woman in attendance was Sin’s housekeeper, Ingrid. He figured she and Priscilla must be related, because the woman was just as motherly and protective of the Goyles as Rafael’s housekeeper. She was getting on in years, but she wasn’t letting a little thing like age slow her down.
    Fin said hello to Rafael and Kaya before approaching Sixx. Instead of saying anything, he lifted his nose to the air. If Sixx hadn’t been looking at Fin’s face, he’d have missed the small smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I’m going for a walk. I’ll be right back,” he said before taking off down the path that led to the garden. Those two confused the hell out of Sixx, but he had his own mate to worry about. While on the beach, he had come up with a plan and a timeline. By Friday, he would know one way or another whether he had a chance in hell with Rae.
    When Sin was ready to get supper underway, he searched the area. “Where’s Finley?”
    Sixx thumbed over his shoulder. “He and Urijah are in the garden. Would you like for me to retrieve them?”
    “No need.” Sin let out a whistle that resembled a bird call. Sure enough, Fin and Urijah found their way back to the patio soon after.

Chapter Three
    W hen the doorbell rang, Desirae froze. Nobody should be visiting, not with Desi on the road. As quietly as she could, she padded to the door and peered through the peephole. A delivery man was standing on the porch holding a large bouquet of flowers. Nobody sent her flowers, not even her son. Maybe he was feeling bad about being on the road, leaving her alone for several months, especially right before her birthday. She unlocked the deadbolt and opened the door.
    “Good afternoon. These are for Desirae Rothchild,” the older man said with a hint of an accent.
    “That would be me,” she told him.
    He handed over the flowers, tipped his hat, and said, “Have a lovely evening.”
    “Wait, let me get you a tip,” she called after him.
    “No worries, Miss. It’s been taken care of.” He tipped his hat again and ambled down the sidewalk to where the delivery van was parked.
    Now that she was inside with the door securely locked, she noticed what she was holding. Instead of the standard vaseful of roses, Desirae held in her hands an array of orange flowers. Asiatic lilies and smaller Peruvian lilies surrounded her favorite, Birds of Paradise. There were smaller greeneries woven throughout to offset so much orange, and the backdrop was several stalks of bamboo. She placed the brown wooden dish on the coffee table and searched inside for a card. When she found none, she hurried to the door and unlocked it, throwing it open to look for the wayward plastic stick that must have fallen out of the arrangement somewhere